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Guide Prepared by Michael J. Cummings...©
2011
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Type
of Work
......."Ode
on Indolence" is a romantic ode, a dignified but highly lyrical (emotional)
poem in which the author speaks to a person or thing absent or present.
In this famous ode, the speaker addresses Love, Ambition, and Poesy (poetry)
as if they were persons.
.......The
romantic ode was at the pinnacle of its popularity in the nineteenth century.
It was the result of an author’s deep meditation on his subject.
.......The
romantic ode evolved from the ancient Greek ode, written in a serious tone
to celebrate an event or to praise an individual. The Greek ode was intended
to be sung by a chorus or by one person. The odes of the Greek poet Pindar
(circa 518-438 BC) frequently extolled athletes who participated in games
at Olympus, Delphi, the Isthmus of Corinth, and Nemea. Bacchylides, a contemporary
of Pindar, also wrote odes praising athletes.
.......The
Roman poets Horace (65-8 BC) and Catullus (84-54 BC) wrote odes based on
the Greek model, but their odes were not intended to be sung. In the nineteenth
century, English romantic poets wrote odes that retained the serious tone
of the Greek ode. However, like the Roman poets, they did not write odes
to be sung. Unlike the Roman poets, though, the authors of nineteenth-century
romantic odes generally were more emotional in their writing.
Composition
and Publication Dates
.......John
Keats completed "Ode on Indolence" in 1819. The London firm of Taylor and
Hessey published the ode in 1820 as part of a collection entitled Lamia,
Isabella, The Eve of St Agnes, and Other Poems.
Summary
and Theme
.......While
lying in bed one morning, the speaker sees images of Love, Ambition, and
Poetry. They pass before his eyes like the carved images on a rotating
Grecian urn. Round and round they go, attempting to rouse him from bed
so that he can attend to them. On their third pass, he "burns" to follow
them but a moment later says,
O folly! What is
Love? and where is it?
And for that poor Ambition!
it springs
From
a man’s little heart’s short fever-fit;
For Poesy!—no,—she has not a joy,—
At least
for me,—so sweet as drowsy noons,
And evenings steep’d in
honey’d indolence.
.......The
three images pass one more time before the speaker, However, lulled with
drowsy laziness, he tells the images to vanish "and never more return."
The theme, thus, is the pleasure of indolence, of doing nothing. In a busy
world of must-do tasks--especially the onerous task of writing elegant
poetry--indolence can be a welcome visitor from time to time.
End
Rhyme
.......The
end rhyme of the first four stanzas is abab cde cde. The rhyme scheme of
the fifth stanza is abab cde dce. The rhyme scheme of the final stanza
is abab cde ced.
Internal Rhyme
.......The
poem also contains internal rhyme. Here are examples.
One morn before
me were three
figures seen (line 1)
Was it
a silent
deep-disguisèd
plot (line 12)
The first
was a fair Maid,
and Love her name
(line 25)
Meter
.......The
meter of the poem is iambic pentameter,
as the first and second lines demonstrate.
........1.....................2...............3..............4..............5
One MORN,..|..be
FORE..|..me
WERE..|..three
FIG..|..ures
SEEN
........1..................2..................3..................4...................5
With BOW..|..èd
NECKS,..|..and
JOIN..|..èd
HANDS,..|..side-
FACED
Text of
the Poem
One morn before me were
three figures seen,
With
bowèd necks, and joinèd hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other
stepp’d serene,
In placid
sandals, and in white robes graced;
They pass’d, like figures on a marble urn,
When
shifted round to see the other side;
They came again; as when
the urn once more
Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;
And they
were strange to me, as may betide1
With vases, to one deep
in Phidian2
lore......................................10
How is it, Shadows! that
I knew ye not?
How came
ye muffled in so hush a mask?
Was it a silent deep-disguisèd
plot
To steal
away, and leave without a task
My idle days? Ripe was the drowsy hour;
The blissful
cloud of summer-indolence
Benumb’d my eyes; my pulse
grew less and less;
Pain had no sting, and pleasure’s wreath no flower:
O, why
did ye not melt, and leave my sense
Unhaunted quite of all but—nothingness?...................................20
A third time pass’d they
by, and, passing, turn’d
Each
one the face a moment whiles to me;3
Then faded, and to follow
them I burn’d
And ached
for wings, because I knew the three;
The first was a fair Maid, and Love her name;
The second
was Ambition, pale of cheek,
And ever watchful with fatiguèd
eye;
The last, whom I love more, the more of blame
Is heap’d
upon her, maiden most unmeek,—
I knew to be my demon Poesy..................................................30
They faded, and, forsooth!
I wanted wings:
O folly!
What is Love? and where is it?
And for that poor Ambition!
it springs
From
a man’s little heart’s short fever-fit;
For Poesy!—no,—she has not a joy,—
At least
for me,—so sweet as drowsy noons,
And evenings steep’d in
honey’d indolence;
O, for an age so shelter’d from annoy,
That
I may never know how change the moons,
Or hear the voice of busy
common-sense!..................................40
And once more came they by:—alas!
wherefore?4
My sleep
had been embroider’d with dim dreams;
My soul had been a lawn
besprinkled o’er
With
flowers, and stirring shades, and baffled beams:
The morn was clouded, but no shower fell,
Tho’
in her lids hung the sweet tears of May;
The open casement press’d
a new-leaved vine,
Let in
the budding warmth and throstle’s lay;
O Shadows! ’twas a time to bid farewell!
Upon your skirts had fallen
no tears of mine...............................50
So, ye three Ghosts, adieu!
Ye cannot raise
My head
cool-bedded in the flowery grass;
For I would not be dieted
with praise,
A pet-lamb
in a sentimental farce!
Fade softly from my eyes, and be once more
In masque-like
figures on the dreamy urn;
Farewell! I yet have visions
for the night,
And for
the day faint visions there is store;
Vanish, ye Phantoms! from
my idle spright,
Into
the clouds, and never more return!...................................60
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Notes
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1.....betide:
Happen, occur.
2.....Phidian:
Adjective alluding to Phidias (circa 490-430 BC), a sculptor of ancient
Greece. It is believed that he supervised construction of the Parthenon
on the Acropolis in Athens and sculpted the statue of Zeus at Olympia,
one of the Seven Wonders of the world.
3.....turn'd
. . . me: Each passing figure turns his
face toward the speaker.
4.....wherefore:
Why.
5.....throstle's
lay: The song (lay) of a thrush (bird).
6.....spright:
Spirit, soul, spirit.
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Figures
of Speech
.......Following
are examples of figures of speech in the poem. (For definitions of figures
of speech, click here.)
Alliteration
One morn
before me (line 1)
stepp’d
serene
(line 3)
as when
the urn once more (line 7)
Is shifted
round,
the first seen shades
return
(line 8)
deep-disguisèd
plot (line 13)
They faded,
and, forsooth! I wanted
wings
(line 31)
My sleep had been
embroider’d with dim
dreams
(line 42)
Anaphora
How
is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not?
How
came ye muffled in so hush a mask? (lines 11-12)
Apostrophe
How
is it, Shadows! that I knew ye not?
How
came ye muffled in so hush a mask?
The speaker addresses
the imges as shadows.
Assonance
Was
it a silent
deep-disguisèd
plot (line 12)
The
first was a fair Maid,
and Love her name
(line 25)
Irony
.......The
speaker refuses to answer the call of "demon Poesy," which is attempting
to rouse him from bed to write verses. Preferring drowsy indolence, the
speaker commands Poesy and her partners, Love and Ambition, to vanish.
Ironically, however, he must write poetry--that is, answer the call of
the demon--to report the pleasure of "honey’d indolence" (line 37).
Metaphor
The blissful cloud
of summer-indolence
Comparison of indolence
to a cloud
My soul had been a lawn (line
43)
Comparison of the speaker's
soul to a lawn
Oxymoron
sweet tears (line
46)
Paradox
my pulse grew
less and less (line 17)
Personification
The second was Ambition,
pale of cheek,
And ever watchful with fatiguèd
eye (lines 26-27)
Comparison of Ambition
to a person
The last, whom I love more,
the more of blame
Is heap’d upon her, maiden
most unmeek,—
I knew to be my demon Poesy
(lines 28-30)
Comparison of poetry
(Poesy) to a maiden
The morn was clouded, but
no shower fell,
Tho’ in her lids hung the
sweet tears of May (lines 45-46)
Comparison of the morning
to a person
Simile
They pass’d, like figures
on a marble urn (line 5)
Comparison of the images
to figures on an urn
Study
Questions and Writing Topics
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Write your own poem about indolence.
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What is the difference between
a lyric poem, such as "Ode on Indolence," and a ballad?
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Write an essay explaining how
the events in Keats's life influenced his poetry.
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Why does Keats call poetry a
demon?
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